Zhang Yuan obediently sat on the bed, her eyes flickering. This warmth had been replayed many times before, each time drawing her deeper into the mire, unable to extricate herself, until her heart was lost to him as well.
Now, his actions only served to remind her of how ridiculous everything in the past was, but she would no longer let her emotions run wild.
Zhang Yuan didn't say a word, and Luoz gradually became a little agitated. Or rather, it wasn't that he couldn't hold his temper; he was annoyed she didn't ask, but he couldn't bring himself to lower his pride and explain first.
The oppressive atmosphere made both of them uncomfortable, but Zhang Yuan stubbornly held her silence. To control her emotions, she first had to control her heart, gathering up all that sympathy, all that love.
After drying her hair, Luoz went to take a shower, and Zhang Yuan lay on the bed to sleep, adjusting her jet lag.
